Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.